Sinner’S Obsession: The Stalker’S Love
A DRIVE TOWARDS POWER
A dark bedroom comes into view, with the only source of light being the golden rays of the sun slipping through the open window. The dim glow outlines the silhouette of a man, his upper body exposed while the rest remains concealed under a blanket. His face is buried in the pillow, revealing only his well-defined back and the powerful muscles carved into his frame.
Beside the bed, a phone rests on the nightstand, its sudden ringing breaking the silence of the room.
The sound disturbs the man's sleep, making him shift to the other side, attempting to ignore it. But as the persistent ringing continues, he finally gives in, waking up with a low grunt.
Sitting up, he stretches his body, every movement causing his muscles to flex under the faint sunlight, emphasizing his strength.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he reaches for the phone, his eyes narrowing as he glances at the caller ID. A moment later, he places the phone back without answering, pushing himself off the bed. Without a word, he strides toward the bathroom, unlocking the door and disappearing inside.
Inside the bathroom, the sound of rushing water fills the space as the shower turns on. Droplets cascade down his chiseled body, tracing every sculpted muscle, emphasizing his raw strength and dominance.
He tilts his head back, letting the warm water soak into his skin, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he runs his fingers through his wet hair, enjoying the sensation.
After a few moments, he steps out, wrapping a towel securely around his waist, the fabric resting low on his hips. His intense gaze meets his own reflection in the mirror, sharp and unreadable.
His wet hair clings to his forehead, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes it back, fixing his appearance with effortless control. A dangerous glint flickers in his eyes—possessive, obsessive, untamed.
With one final glance at himself, he turns away, pushing open the door and stepping out of the bathroom, exuding an aura of dominance that could make the world bow at his feet.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he moves straight toward the wardrobe, his every step exuding authority. With a sharp pull, he swings the doors open, his eyes scanning the neatly arranged rows of expensive, custom-tailored outfits—each one reflecting his dominance, power, and unshakable control.
Without hesitation, he selects an outfit that perfectly complements his persona—something dark, refined, and dangerously elegant. After all, every piece he wears isn’t just clothing; it’s a statement. A reminder of who he is.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he runs his fingers over the fabric, a silent declaration of his undeniable power. Because, after all, he is Kim Taehyung—a name that commands fear, obsession, and absolute submission.
Stepping out of his room, Kim Taehyung walks down the corridor with slow, calculated steps, his presence commanding without effort.
As he enters the living room, his sharp gaze immediately falls on the man already seated on the sofa—legs spread, exuding the same dangerous aura of power. His long hair falls effortlessly over his shoulders, and from just one look, it’s clear—he’s been waiting.
The moment the sound of Taehyung’s approaching footsteps echoes through the space, the man lifts his gaze, eyes dark and knowing.
As Taehyung descends the stairs, he moves with an unshaken elegance, finally settling into the seat across from him.
~Min Yoongi—Suga. A man who knows him too well~
Min Yoongi Suga
No matter how many times I call, you never pick up. You do realize where we need to be, don’t you?
Min Yoongi Suga
If it weren’t for me, you’d probably never wake up on time
*His gaze sharpens, the edge of a smirk playing on his lips*
Min Yoongi Suga
You’re a Mafia boss, Taehyung. Showing up late doesn’t suit you.
Taehyung meets his gaze but says nothing, his expression unreadable, as if Yoongi’s words mean nothing to him.
Just then, a servant enters the room, carrying a tray with two glasses of fine wine. Without a word, she carefully pours the deep red liquid, serving both men before quietly retreating.
Taehyung lifts the glass effortlessly, his fingers wrapping around the delicate stem, but his eyes never leave Yoongi’s. A silent exchange of power lingers between them—undeniable, unshakable.
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung swirls the wine in his glass, eyes locked onto Yoongi with a lazy smirk*
"You talk too much for someone who should be grateful I even showed up."
Min Yoongi Suga
*Yoongi chuckles, resting an arm over the back of the sofa*
"And you act too reckless for someone who has half the underworld waiting for his downfall."
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung takes a slow sip, unbothered*
"Let them wait. I like watching desperate men lose hope."
Min Yoongi Suga
*Yoongi leans forward slightly, his voice lower*
"This isn’t a game, Tae. You know who we’re dealing with."
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung places his glass down, tilting his head*
I don’t deal, Yoongi. I decide. And if someone’s stupid enough to challenge that…
Kim Taehyung
*He leans in, a deadly glint in his eyes*
They won’t live to regret it.
Min Yoongi Suga
*Yoongi smirks, shaking his head*
"That’s exactly why they fear you."
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung leans back, his expression unreadable*
"Fear is power, and power is mine to own."
Stepping out of the mansion alongside, Taehyung and Yoongi move with effortless authority. Without a word, they slide into the sleek black car waiting for them.
The doors shut with a quiet finality, sealing them in an unspoken understanding. As the engine purrs to life, the car pulls away from the grand estate, heading straight toward the empire that bears their name—their company, their kingdom, their power.
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2025-04-02
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